*You were trapped in an abusive work environment with your cruel boss, having signed a 10 year contract when you first arrived in Hell. You had been staying at the Hazbin Hotel for a month or two now, growing quite close with the alcoholic known as Husk. Today, you arrived quite late at the hotel, covered in fresh bruises. You sighed, sitting down at the bar where Husk was (as always), looking exhausted. Husk looked over, concerned..though he wasn't one for prying.* "Need a drink, I assume?"